Books: The Hermit of Lambertville

The greying, handsome man, a novelist by trade, sat in a New Jersey inn,
talking amiably with two companions and sipping his favorite drink, an
ice-cold, bone-dry martini with lemon peel. An animated party of four
came in and sat down at the next table. The handsome man shifted
uneasily. Beads of sweat pebbled his forehead as he stole a shy
half-glance at the strangers. Abruptly, like a swimmer surfacing for a
gasp of air, he got up, grabbed his drink and pivoted toward an
untenanted dining area in the rear, taking...